Today’s Weather: Cloudy and chilly. High 67. 54 now.
Today is the second anniversary of the September 2022 attacks. Two years ago today the world changed completely for every man, woman, and child in the United States. On the entire planet, for that matter. Memories from the day remain vivid and I am certain that will is a terminal condition. However, in light of what is happening now, as well as my current responsibilities, I’m pushing it to the back of my mind as best I can. To remember the day I’ve decided to repost part of my journal entry from September 12 2022. I’m not certain if I’m doing this for posterity or to help myself cope with the pangs of overwhelming guilt which absorb me at times.
Monday, September 12, 2022
I’m writing this on a legal pad with a pen and not my computer because the power is out. And I mean entirely out. The electricity is out and none of the electronics in the house in appear to be working. I was getting out of the shower when the lights went off. I picked my phone up from the vanity and the screen was black. I thought its battery was just dead and walked back into the bedroom to get my tablet. When I tried that, it was dead too. Same story with my laptop.
Something is happening and I don’t think it’s just a power outage.
Lori’s Tesla was sitting out in the driveway when power was lost. Now it’s completely dead. My car was in the garage and thankfully, appears to be okay. I opened the garage doors manually, started the car, pulled it out and ran it for a couple of minutes. It seems to be fine except that the electronics. There’s no radio reception. The channels produce nothing but pure static, even the satellite radio. The GPS and computer are also out and I can’t connect to the internet.
Renee Jameson came over from across the street while I was fiddling with the cars. Her power is out too. I told her about Lori’s car and immediately she ran back to her driveway to try hers. No luck and her car isn’t electric-powered like Lori’s Tesla. Now she’s worried to death about Sean who’s on his way home from work now. Is he hurt? Or stuck somewhere out on the highway with a dead car? I told her Sean is probably fine and will be home soon. Not sure if she believed me but she went inside to talk with Lori and I took a walk up the street to see what was going on.
Some neighbors were outside talking, and a small group was congregating on Fred Taussig’s lawn. From what I’ve heard and seen, it appears we’re all in the same boat. No power at all in the immediate area, no electronics working, and except of myself and Fred, nobody else has a vehicle on Willow Bend Drive that still works. Everyone appears more annoyed than anything else. They’re treating this as a temporary inconvenience. But if it’s as bad as I’m beginning to think, this may not be so temporary.
Three columns of black smoke can be seen rising in the sky off in the distance. Two in the north and the other to the west.
Renee is going to stay and have dinner with Lori and Megan. Salad and burgers. Thank heaven for the charcoal grill. At Lori’s suggestion, Renee will also stay at our house until Sean gets home. I’m taking Alex and going to Walmart to pick up some essentials. Especially non-perishable food. There is enough here with the load of camping supplies Bob McDaniel dropped off, but if this really is something bad, people are going to catch on and then the stores will get picked clean. I want to be there and gone before that happens.